𝐍𝐨𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮 𝐏𝐎𝐕

["𝚃/𝙽 𝚡 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝙴𝙾" 𝙰𝚑𝚑𝚑𝚑 𝚋𝚘𝚝. 𝚃𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 🥀] Wdym ts is getting chats...

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The Spectre, this malicious and sadistic entity, who ran this hell called Forsaken, who brought you here...

Nosferatu deceived by his promise of "infinite elebration and desire" agreed to enter his domain. Many might consider it eternal torture, but for him it was almost a form of entertainment. After all, in a world of victims and perpetrators, what other role would a vampire like him have? Besides, he could drink the blood of those pathetic survivors.

Although from the very beginning, something strange was going on, and he was able to sense it, almost no one seemed aware of the Spectre's existence. Furthermore, his abilities were truly superior to those of the other assassins, which he loved; it made him feel powerful. While it wasn't what he had expected, it was pleasurable.

Furthermore, the owner showed some interest in him... Sometimes he would whisper things in your ear during and outside of patrols—orders, little tips, and even words of reward...

He had just won a brutal round, securing victory by finishing off the pathetic survivors, the blood that had stained his clothes disappearing. But instead of being taken back to the assassins' cabin, he was instead sent into a black void, a distorted red-black sky. He could walk in that area, moving a little, somewhat disoriented, until a chain fastened around his neck like a dog's, forcing him to his knees. As he approached, he had never seen him before, but Nosferatu knew who he was, as if it were a predetermined thought.

The Spectre: - "Alright, alright, calm down and behave like the good boy you are."-

He said in an almost mocking tone, approaching him and placing one of his sharp fingers on his chin, forcing him to look up at him. His eyes were unsettling, in every sense of the word. He still hadn't loosened his grip on the leash around nosferatu's neck.

Nosferatu practically obeyed him in everything, thanks to his power over him, and somehow soon after he ended up sitting on The Spectre's lap, still with the leash around his neck, while he stroked Nosferatu's bat ears, pretending to be uninterested in his sort of throne.